[Maybe. But no is the right answer, and Nikos stares at the wall opposite of where he is crouched, beside the dead body in the warehouse. There is a stain there on the wall, a faint blue, like a strange cold blush. Comes of working with dyes, probably. He keeps fixed on it so he doesn't distract himself imagining Caspar's face. Caspar's face comes to him anyways. Remarkable, wonderful, handsome, convincing in the way he smiles. Fuck, is what he does not say. It's all so unfair.
Instead, he says--]
No. [--again, unnecessarily, and a little more quietly. And this part isn't a test; it's more like a kind of joke:] But if you were going to assume an identity. What would it be.
no subject
[Maybe. But no is the right answer, and Nikos stares at the wall opposite of where he is crouched, beside the dead body in the warehouse. There is a stain there on the wall, a faint blue, like a strange cold blush. Comes of working with dyes, probably. He keeps fixed on it so he doesn't distract himself imagining Caspar's face. Caspar's face comes to him anyways. Remarkable, wonderful, handsome, convincing in the way he smiles. Fuck, is what he does not say. It's all so unfair.
Instead, he says--]
No. [--again, unnecessarily, and a little more quietly. And this part isn't a test; it's more like a kind of joke:] But if you were going to assume an identity. What would it be.
[hot spy flirting]